The poets are in the house.
One night stand.
here 'em slam
hear them call out what problems we face.
Yes, folks it all a race.
Time to pin it *** up face first.
But wait.
Is that what you expect of me?
You want me to be a magical poet,
singing to your heart with my words.
You want me to turn you on
with the slightest sight of a sentence.
And not have a single bit of repentance.
I am a poet,
but not the thing you always want me to be.
Im not the sexiest poet,
im not the smartest poet,
no,
im just me